#yukinohate

[kahenn]

@yuki-no-hate​​ said:

"Who in the world thinks Miki-san is annoying?"

“Jiraiya. Kakashi. Obito. Neji. Give me time, I could go on-”

[peachmusesa]

yuki-no-hate asked: “My beta fish died. Console me.”

how the fuck do you --- karin sighs / stands and moves to her fridge. “ i’ve got vodka ? would that console you ? ”

[loveoaths]

@yuki-no-hate​   ♡ ‘d  for a lyric-inspired starter !  (  conquest of spaces ,  woodkid  )

❛     I have always viewed love as that which dies silently,    ❜  haku trails off, dragging their finger tips over the lake’s surface, frost fissuring across the surface in delicate spiral patterns. haku builds them up, then sinks them, one by one, a god carefully designing chaos. ❛     That is the beauty of love, maybe. Or maybe it is the tragedy in me.    ❜

[tsuyokuma]

     @yuki-no-hate​ liked for a lyric starter !

             ❝  i don’t have to ‘ think it through ’.  ❞        Pre-planning is for losers that’re scared of a little risk.

[kyousei-archive]

     @yuki-no-hate​ sᴀɪᴅ: "I didn’t mean the things I said." for Yagura :3c // miscellaneous angst starters

     ❝You did,❞ he says easily, expression unchanging and thoughtful. Of course she did. There isn’t one person in Kirigakure who doesn’t have harsh words for the former Mizukage, regardless of if they knew the truth or not. Asanoha was no exception.

     ❝You meant it at the time... Perhaps you don’t mean it now, but I don’t blame you for feeling that way.❞ Yagura turns to her then with a soft smile tugged slightly more to the right. ❝You have every right to be angry at me, Asanoha, but I’m glad that I can call you my friend now.❞

[ironharvests]

"Hey, Shizuma... Are you dating? I know this is probably not something you want to talk about with me of all people, but you can be honest! I was walking around and I happened to see you with a blonde girl. She's pretty~ What is her name?" (embarrasses him more :3c)

he follows her line of sight to a familiar electric blonde coif winding through the crowd toward them. shizuma’s eyes linger on the tight cling of buntan’s backless blood red dress, glacial eyes flash-freezing the image of her like this — head tossed back, throat provocatively exposed, dripping in a dress and jewelry he bought her, makeup he applied, heels he taught her how to walk in — because she’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and no matter how the crowd schools and swarms around her like googly-eyed guppies, she’s still the biggest fucking shark in this entire party, and she’s all his.

“Nosy, Auntie. Don’t tell me you’re spying on me too. One relative is enough, thanks.” he chides, knocking back another swig of wine, before he grins sharply — and a touch testily — at asanoha over the red-streaked rim.

hidden beneath his turtleneck, his vestigial fins twitch. inwardly he’s annoyed, maybe even a touch embarrassed that his territorial instincts are triggered by even the barest whiff of buntan, but outwardly shizuma’s smirk is as slick as an eel. “Buntan is my best friend.” my lover. my lieutenant. my rival. my anchor. my rock. “She’s such a bitch. She knows me better than anyone. She’s —” as he pushes off the counter he’d been leaning on to circle her slowly, lazily, rolling a mouthful of red over his palate. asanoha shifts in the corner of his eye, and for a split second the urge to sink his teeth into her pale swan’s neck paints the world red. it’s a side effect of the wine, of being in a crowd, of the electric buzz of eyes snagging on him, of being within sixty feet of the one person in the entire world who can bring him to his knees. “Words don’t do her justice, frankly. Excuse me for a moment, auntie.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. buntan is nearly to them at that point, and shizuma simply tugs the young woman into his arms for a stinging kiss and a dark murmur against her ear. a large hand draped possessively yet gracefully across her bare low back guides buntan through the flock of nobodies eddying in her wake and back to asanoha’s seat in a hidden niche on the terrace.

“I don’t think you’ve had the chance to meet my aunt yet. Buntan, this is my auntie Asanoha. Auntie Asanoha, meet Buntan — my soul mate.”

( mentioned: @bredfaith )

[peacharchivedtm]

asanoha: :)  karin’s hair moving for banana’s to pop her head out of :  asanoha: i should have expected this and yet. yet i didn’t. why didn’t i ? 

[theirnindo]

@yuki-no-hate said:

💬 ||  Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has. || Neji & Hinata

Lilac eyes slowly opened, vision blurry at first though soon coming to focus on the ceiling above him, the expression on Neji’s face in a daze. A few moments had passed before he took into account the throbbing pain emanating throughout his head, the ringing in his ears, and the nausea that had settled into his stomach. Nausea... Quickly, Neji sat up and then darted to the bathroom. 

Once he had washed his mouth out, he tiredly dragged himself back to his room, moving to lay back down in his bed as the events from earlier all came back to him. Expressing his disinterest in helping Lady Hinata train...then resuming training with her only to become much more rough with her...to Lord Hiashi deciding he was threatening his precious heir’s life and punishing him for it. Neji closed his eyes, shifting to his side and digging his head further into his pillow as he pulled his blanket up further, almost covering his mouth now. 

The pain he felt now was nothing compared to what he felt when Lord Hiashi had activated his seal. Admittedly, Neji thought he was going to die there and then. A ghost of that pain from earlier lingered in his head, his seal on his forehead burning especially. Neji’s eyes squeezed shut as tears began to silently fall down his face. The pain, the humiliation, Neji hated it. Damn Lord Hiashi. Damn Lord Hyuga. And damn that meek little brat, Lady Hinata especially. Damn them all to hell!

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a knock at his door. Neji sat up, a hand moving to wipe his tears as he gently called. “Come in.”

“B-big Brother Neji...?” Hinata called in an almost whisper as she hesitantly slid his door open.

Neji furrowed his eyebrows as the absolute last person he wanted to see right now came into view. “What do you want?”

“I-I...uhm...I-I just...uh...” The way he looked at her, with hate filled in his eyes, made it very difficult for Hinata to get what she wanted to say out. She couldn’t stop thinking about their earlier training session, the image of what her father did to him, the sound of him screaming in agony, they all kept replaying in her mind. And it was all because he didn’t want to train with a weakling like herself. She wasn’t sure what good it would do but she felt a need to apologize. Her hands moved up, her index fingers poking and fidgeting with each other nervously, and her head turned down to avoid looking into his eyes. She swallowed nervously, then took a deep breath then continued to speak, though not very much above a whisper. “I-I wanted to ch-check on you...a-after our training session...”

Neji watched as she fumbled with her words, thoroughly unimpressed. He sat still as she spoke, though he couldn’t help his fists clenching and unclenching in his lap. Somehow, this made his blood boil even more. She was the whole reason he was here in bed, just waking up in the first place, and she has the nerve to come and see him?? “I’m fine,” he grumbled. “Is that all?”

He...he sounded so angry...she wanted to leave now. It took everything in her to stay put and not run back to her own room. She still felt responsible, she needed to get this off her chest. She wanted to think her words would somehow change his mood, make him feel better, but even she knew that that would most likely not be the case. Her face turned to the side and her arms moved to hug each other. “N-no...well...I-I...I just wanted to...I wanted to say that...I-I’m sorry...” She still spoke quietly, though her last words, I’m sorry, were spoken very quietly, barely even audible. 

This was what made Neji the angriest. His brows furrowed deeply and his teeth clenched. “You’re sorry? For what? For being weak? For being a pathetic excuse of an heir to the clan? Because I can assure you that this clan is doomed if you’re the one who is to be in charge of it next.” He sneered. He would love to speak in a tone that would intimidate her even more, however he found speaking at all much less loudly made his still present headache even worse. That and he didn’t want to risk the brat’s father coming and seeing him intimidating her. “Get out.”

Every word he spoke felt like a new kunai swiftly piercing her heart. Her eyes began to water, and it took her holding her breath to keep the tears gathering there from flowing down her face. The worst part of all of this was that everything he said...it was true. She was weak. And she always would be. What a cruel fate, having all this responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t handle it. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? “I’m sorry...” She whispered again, unsure of what else to say. 

Neji glared daggers at her, but said nothing in response. He found he was still too tired to keep going with this, it was a waste of his time. She had already wasted so much of his time earlier that day, he wouldn’t allow her to take anymore from him. As such he just silently laid back down, turning so his back faced her and he pulled the blanket up over his shoulder, and shut his eyes. She was so meek anyway, it wasn’t as though her continuing to speak would disturb him if he tried to go back to sleep. 

Hearing nothing from him, and sensing him shift his position, Hinata looked up to find him no longer paying any attention to her. She watched him with sadness in her eyes. Oh what she would give for their relationship to go back to what it was when they were little. It was clear to her though he didn’t want to speak anymore, so she backed out of his room, gently sliding the door shut before walking back to her own room.